WITH A graceful movement Lazenby pushed his head over the stable door and, casually munching a mouthful of hay, fixed me with a nonchalant gaze, leaving me wondering just who was the museum exhibit – him or me?
Our encounter took place just a few yards from the busy high street in Newmarket, Suffolk, in an historic former racing stable, which is now the National Horse Racing Museum.
Lazenby and several stable companions are living at the museum, in some style it must be said, while they are retrained from racing to